Mated to the Alpha King | First Draft Sample

22

Somewhere in the distance the tower bells chimed. My eyes automatically moved towards the wall clock.

Ten.

It was ten o'clock. Exactly two hours after Bryce had left me here... In the beautiful concrete room. I had left the windows open. The hope of maybe having Bryce pay me a visit through the window just like he did back home really was winning over the rationality of the fact that this was a castle and my house held in fact barely two floors at the least.

I sighed. And slumped down on a fairly comfortable chair, pulling my legs up as I did.

When Bryce had kidnapped me and proven his innocence, cleared the misunderstanding, I had assumed that everything would go back to how they were, before he changed.

It was a shame to know that things were the same and he was still distant. It frustrated me. It made me want to storm up to his room--although I was not sure how I was going to find it without getting lost-- and demand an explanation.

I rubbed my chin thoughtfully, leaning against the comfortable armrest. The chilly night breeze blew in effortlessly through the open balcony doors, dancing beautifully with the flimsy white drapes.

With the height at which the castle was situated, I was sure the lights shimmering in the far distance was that of the city. Modernization was slightly far, considering the vast amount of land the castle held with it. Still, the presence of the city lights in harmony with the clear night sky was soothing enough for me not to feel suffocated, alone in this room.

I glanced towards the door. My fingers now drumming an unconscious beat.

I had not locked the door. I had left that open too, in hopes that Bryce might return through there. But after waiting for two hours I suppose it was clear he would not. Was I to sleep here every night? And why? Why wouldn't Bryce let me go home?

A sigh left my lips again. It was obvious why. He was uncertain that I would stay, he was uncertain if I would run again. I almost didn't blame him. I suppose hiding away was a rash decision. But I knew that I would do it again if I could. Self preservation came first. I admit, I was scared of heartbreaks.

I almost laughed at that. It was silly how I was scared of heartbreak, but here I was experiencing it again. On a small scale, I admit, and without the actual break. But I was indeed, experiencing it. The ache in my heart showed proof to that.

I leaned against the warm comforting embrace of the armchair, my arms now tightly holding the large thick blanket around me. I couldn't help but wonder why Bryce would turn away like that? Be well on his way to ravishing me one moment and the next move me to a room across the castle from his? With an order to not let anyone in? I shook my head, trying to clear myself off the confusion.

"If you didn't want anyone with me at night... Why not keep me with you? Why send me away?" I mumbled out loud, my words floating in thin air.

I looked back at the closed but not locked door. Should I find Bryce? Demand an answer?

I sighed and closed my eyes. All this was so confusing. The need to go home and just sleep it off was actually taking over me, almost so that I was suddenly craving the feel of my bed, the glowing string lights, my dads warm embrace and even my mums innuendo filled jokes.

Deep in thought, I didn't even notice as a traitor tear slipped down my cheeks and hit the blanket below.

"-THEIA!"

My head snapped up and immediately went to the door. The sudden sounds of hushed whispers hung around my room echoing back at me from the brick walls as I sat there on the armchair and stared at the source of the argument. Beyond the door.